1/2n1/2 The Coffee Creamer

Scribblings on The Public Bathroom Stall
2012-02-05 07:16:11 (UTC)

Morbid contentment...

I'm happy with my life.

I'm happy with work, I'm happy with the man I love, nothing in my life is that bad.

Really.

Nothing is wrong.

My best friend and my boyfriend are talking maybe 10 feet away from me. They are having a great time.

I'm super happy about this.

So why is it that all I can think about is wanting to slice my skin to pieces?

What the hell is wrong with me?




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